Not in the weird Christian way though.

That was a lot longer rant below than I meant to make, but I'm horribly sad, because I've been left behind and there will be no one knocking at my door with surprise coffee this morning. Maybe I like to find the secret places because I am a sick dog, trying to hobble to the place where I can die quietly. Maybe dying animals are only trying to not get killed before their time. Or maybe they are actually waiting to ambush something, to get one last kill in before they expire.

Either way, I need coffee.